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The screenplay would be about unrequited love. This much had been agreed upon. With her elbow on the table, fist tucked under her chin, Skylar looked outside the coffee shop window as though the lively, day time Manhattan would give her the inspiration she lacked.
Across the small round table at which she sat, her best friend—an aspiring actor—cleared his throat loudly.
“How about,” he said, thin fingers fiddling with his scarf, “my character, struggling with his sexuality, dates the sis